WHEN TO WALK, AWAY
Two in cosy and
beautiful enclave
Sensuous music for
company
Yet through the tone-dazzles
One voice slice
through
Stayed hooked on
connection
Speaking to one’s
most sense
Belting words, truly
soulful
Sad, sad songs to
making the body
Cold, naked, no fire
could put out;
Enough hefty to strip
a creeper:
To arouse regrets of
One last look at the
velvet. At the
Freshly sensuous
catch, to cause
Flattening and
flapping fishing rod.
To say no after shower,
since
It was obvious God must be crossed:
The right organs came
to this knowledge:
But not the heart;
not shrewd
To knowledge when it did
not feel right:
The instant it was
time to walk, away.
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